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NoTalentHack

Fathers, Brothers, and Sons - Pt. 1

When is my son not my son?

It was a letter that upended my world. Not one of the “Dear John” variety; that would have been less painful. Nor was it a “We Regret To Inform,” but the sense of loss, while not as acute, was even more all-encompassing. No, it wasn’t a letter of the paper-and-ink kind at all. Instead, it was one of the many small sigils that make up those and many other missives, the second of the twenty-six characters that comprise the...

Trystin715

Thy Lover's Bower

In thy lover’s bower, I find thee nude,Thy legs splayed open; words sexy ‘n crude.In thy lover’s bower, his cock so thick!Thy nipples point upward, his rut so quick!Valentines intertwine, absent thy shame,Valentines intertwine, thou plays thy game!In thy lover’s bower, thou beckons me,Thy hand stretches forth to fondle free,In step-brother’s bower often thou sleeps,An heir to provide, royal pledge to keep!In his king-size...

Mazza

An Evening Turns Out Unexpectedly Well

My day goes from bad to orgasmic...

What a week it's been. I have been so busy that I've hardly had time to think, let alone time to relax...I am so stressed out by the usual daily grind, I need a break! I need to relax, what I really need is a nice, long, deep massageYes, that would be just the thing to chill me out a bit. I call my friend, the woman who normally does it, but she's not available until next week. Shit. I go to my macbook, check the address...